English poem
The Transfiguration Of Beauty: A Dialogue With Love.
by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni (1475–1564)
Dimmi di grazia, amor. Nay, prithee tell me, Love, when I behold My lady, do mine eyes her beauty see In truth, or dwells that loveliness in me Which multiplies her grace a thousandfold? Thou needs must know; for thou with her of old Comest to stir my soul's tranquillity; Yet would I not seek one sigh less, or be By loss of that loved flame more simply cold.— The beauty thou discernest, all is hers; But grows in radiance as it soars on high Through mortal eyes unto the soul above: 'Tis there transfigured; for the soul confers On what she holds, her own divinity: And this transfigured beauty wins thy love.
More by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
- The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Tobia Adami.
- The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Venice.
- The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - True And False Nobility.
- The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - What Makes A King.
- To Gandolfo Porrino. On His Mistress Faustina Mancina.
- To Giorgio Vasari. On The Brink Of Death.
- To Giorgio Vasari. On The Lives Of The Painters.
- To Giorgio Vasari. Vanity Of Vanities.